Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.